Murda 4 Life

Lyrics

[Intro: Memphis Bleek & Ja Rule] Yeah (Uh) What y'all niggas want? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Street shit Memph Bleek shit (Uh, yeah), Ja Rule (Ya heard, nigga?) It's real (Yo) here in these fields, nigga [Chorus: Ja Rule & Memphis Bleek] Niggas live wit it Money, drugs and murda for life Bitches deal wit it Only lovin' them hoes for the night If you feelin' it Get high, it's alright But you can get it 'Till the day of our demise Niggas live wit it Money, drugs and murda for life Bitches deal wit it Only lovin' them hoes for the night If you feelin' it Get high, it's alright (Yo) But you can get it (Yea) 'Till the day (Uh) of our (Yo) demise [Verse 1: Memphis Bleek] You could holla at the dog Haters wanna see me fall Bitches, wanna see me ball Killers, they don't wanna see me at all If I wasn't rollin' with the Roc Will you niggas pass rock, share birds or flash Glocks? I walk around with two Macs, razors and ice picks Just cause you niggas wanna see me hurtin' like them It's all about the Benjamins, money, cash, hoes Livin through this shit I'm in, nigga stack dough Street scholar, eight figure nigga, white collar cat Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch!, holla back I'm a creature, smoking on hay since it was reefer Drug ass flow like I've been cut with ether Mark ass nigga don't want parts of this nigga Spark with this nigga Blaze bark with this nigga Me and Ja Rule fuckin' you hoes is what these guys do Ain't the type to buy you, mami how you, slide cock inside you Supply you, with ten bitches times two I'm a motherfuckin animal [Chorus: Ja Rule] Niggas live wit it Money, drugs and murda for life Bitches deal wit it Only lovin' them hoes for the night If you feelin' it Get high, it's alright Niggas can get it 'Till the day of our demise Niggas live wit it Money, drugs and murda for life Bitches deal wit it Only lovin' them hoes for the night If you feelin' it Get high, it's alright Niggas can get it 'Till the day of our demise [Verse 2: Ja Rule] Fuck the world 'cause it ain't quite ready for me I'm living my life, niggas, take a look at these eyes Witness what it is to be real, niggas Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some?, get some, bad enough, pop some, nigga Fucking around with Ja and Bleek, get hit up Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up Nigga that's what the murderers, nigga that's us What the fuck, is you ready to die right now nigga? Know you feelin' my style, nigga Run with nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggas, hit 'em Any nigga that breath, Rule riddle 'em with hot one Ain't no nigga like me, who you ridin' with? Rollin' nuttin' but hot shit, yo bitch, my bitch Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick How I cock spread hit, hoes love that shit, you celibate? I turn you into the freakiest bitch Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars Y'all bitches know what my style is Always in some foul shit, Rule, bitch Let the world know when I spit, nuttin' but the murderous Live wit it [Chorus: Ja Rule & Memphis Bleek] Niggas live wit it Money, drugs and murda for life Bitches deal wit it Only lovin' them hoes for the night If you feelin' it Get high, it's alright Niggas can get it 'Till the day of our demise Niggas live wit it Money, drugs and murda for life Bitches deal wit it Only lovin' (Yo) them hoes for the night If you feelin' it Get high, it's alright Niggas can get it (Yo, yo, yo) 'Till the day of our demise [Verse 3: Memphis Bleek & Ja Rule] Holla, what you think of that?, (Uh) bitch! where we freakin' at? Bum chick, I don't speak to that, fly momma I creep with that Live with it, nigga hit it, don't stop get it, get it Don't trickie bitch, would you fuck with it? Brooknam and Queens (Murda) Yo, it means mo' killers (Murda), mo' guns, mo' drugs, mo' real ass niggas, holla Don't give a fuck, dollas, nigga what you want? Get it crunk, blaze skunk, what the fuck y'all want, nigga? [Verse 4: Ja Rule] None of me 'cause, I hit 'em with too much style And my energy, got cha niggas creatin' lil me's I'ma lock, aim, squeeze Know that it's my time if I leave air breath Niggas hatin' on mines, I'm a nightmare, niggas better prepare to die And deal with Ja hollerin' murda for life! [Chorus: Ja Rule] Niggas live wit it Money, drugs and murda for life Bitches deal wit it Only lovin' them hoes for the night If you feelin' it Get high, it's alright Niggas can get it 'Till the day of our demise Niggas live wit it Money, drugs and murda for life Bitches deal wit it Only lovin' them hoes for the night If you feelin' it Get high, it's alright Niggas can get it 'Till the day of our demise [Outro: Ja Rule] Uh Yeah Nigga Ja Rule Memph Bleek Holla back Roc-A-Fella It's Murda It's Murda, uh, uh We out